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Castiella You like me best When I'm off my Rocker The day was exciting, or not. Castiella skipped about the land. His bright eyes glowed in the dark neon light. It was ominous, but it filled her with so much happiness. She loved this land, except for the fucking glowing eyes. She snapped at a bush, and one of the creatures ran away. "Serves you right ass hole!." Her voice filled the air as she just giggled. This fucking creatures had something else coming to them. Just wait. Silky strands floated behind her. It was like a soft wave of cream following her where ever she went. Her bodice sparkled and glittered with child like innocence. She was straying very far from that role now. Father was dead; mother was half crazy, brother was a kitty boy.... A SEXY kitty boy. Fuck it; she family was insane why can't she be a little crazy? It would only make sense right? Giggles filled the air around her as she happily decided that is was okay to be CRAZY. Blood splattered orbs looked at the shrubs around her, those fucking flowers! Black flowers here, black flowers there, BLACK FLOWERS EVERYWHERE. When will the madness end!? Then her eyes looked at her hooves both pale hooves were growing flowers on them. Great! Now she was a fucking FLOWER POT! Coal colored ears pinned sharply against her sparking back. Arcs jumped all around her, and static sounds filled the air. Then, dual colored hooves stomped and pounded into the ground. "DIE YOU FUCKING FLOWERS! GET OFF OF ME! " Her voice snarls, but it was useless. It was making it WORSE. More black liquid dripped from her chest, and well just guess what that means. More black flowers started to form. If it was not for the hole in her chest dragging her forward, Castiella might have been stomping and screaming all day. Instead, she was FORCED to follow the others. Her eyes rolled with annoyance. It was not like Cas to conform to other people. Then she heard a voice speaking. Suddenly her attitude changed. Her hooves began trotting closer. Arcta jingled and clanked the chain was magic. She loved her Arcta, but it was heavy. Mother usually carried it for her, but NO NOT ANYMORE. She just hung the chain around her wings and totted it around. Finally, her teal orbs saw the glowing eyes of Kaos. She giggled as she squirmed through the crowd making her way up front. Blood drenched eyes brightened as she looked upon the god. For ONE second she forgot about the fucking black flowers. Oh, maybe she will have a chance to make more FRIENDS. Yes, that is what she should call them... Friends... "Talk." @Akriel Cause I tag him everywhere <3

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